#peter stuff

[ill-skillsgard]

So what about this time, later on, Peter x reader have been getting along lately and Roman being Roman now thinks them 2 are fucking and confronts them and then the reader just bursts out laughing bc she's only really nice to peter bc of Roman and he's just so mad and they're like wtf is wrong with you

It started with the sound of two idiots snickering, or so Roman would go on to describe it. He awoke in bed alone much later than he would have liked, threw back the covers and padded barefoot and shirtless down the hallway to the stairs.

Roman heard the sounds of you and Peter laughing at the island in the kitchen, two plates loaded with breakfast foods and matching mugs of steaming coffee between you.

Roman gave you both a sleep-ridden cock of his head, shook out his shoulders and squinted at you in the morning sunlight pouring through the windows.

"What the hell is so funny?" He asked.

"Nothing," you snickered.

"All right, then," he blinked.

That wasn't the last of the queer looks he shot at you that day. When you asked Peter what he wanted from the store and he volunteered to go with you instead it rose another little red flag that waved in Roman's face. You two never got along well enough to do mundane errands together. Something was itching at him and he resented being left out even more.

The explosion happened that same night when he found the two of you watching some guilty pleasure trash reality TV show. Peter passed you your drink and Roman swore he watched him brush your hand on purpose.

"What the FUCK is going on!?" Roman snapped.

The both of you whipped around and saw him with his broad shoulders drawn up, both hands clenching at his sides.

"Um... Jersey Shore?" Peter said.

"No, no. What the fuck is going on between you two? You're real good friends now, huh? Getting all cozy on the couch, having special little private conversations."

"Roman, you have truly lost it!" You laughed.

Peter started to laugh but the fire in Roman's eyes warned of oncoming insult if he didn't stifle himself. It was difficult for you both not to laugh and soon you couldn't contain yourself.

"Stop laughing. I'm fucking serious," said Roman.

"Yeah, I can see that," you giggled. "Babe... You feeling okay? I think you should go have a nap."

[ill-skillsgard]

Back to the Reader x Roman living with Peter trope, could you elaborate on the concept of reader not actually doing anything wrong, but has been getting more texts lately@night or something causing Roman to think she's being unfaithful. Then one night, when she goes out he basically kidnaps peter into coming along to follow her&she is just doing something innocent&as he's leaving she notices them& gives Roman hell & peter is amused but lowkey scared and then she turns to yell @ him like "&YOU"

“You need to come with me. Get in the car,” Roman rushed at Peter who had just laid down on the sofa with a beer and a book.

“Why? Come on, Roman... I’ve been on my feet all day.”

“Not important. You need to come. You’re going to help me kill someone.”

Peter scoffed, laughed and sat back up with his book hanging between his legs. Roman pursed his lips with expectation and Peter sighed. 

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“She’s cheating. She’s cheating on me, Peter. And we’re going to kill the bastard that’s fucking her.”

“She’s not cheating on you,” Peter scoffed.

“How do you know?” Roman spread out his arms quizzically. “She gets texts all day and night. She’s smiling and laughing at her phone all day. She’s been meeting her friends for drinks a lot lately. Something is up and I need you. So come on, let’s go.”

As they drove into town, the passing of the streetlights reminded Peter that it was getting late and he was exhausted. How did he always let Roman convince him to go out on these nightly hunts? They never ended well. Peter tried to reason with Roman but he had made up his mind. Nothing he could say would convince Roman that he was overthinking everything.

“Wait? How do you even know where she is?” Peter asked.

“She told me she was going to Roxy’s. So if she’s not there, then I’ll know for sure that she’s fucking around on me.”

“That bar is huge. How are you going to see her? You going to look for her car or something?”

“That’s another thing! She has a tracker on her car and she knows that I can see where it is. She’s been taking cabs. Tell me that’s not fucking suspicious!”

“If she’s drinking with her friends, that makes total sense. You shouldn’t drink and drive, Roman.”

“Oh, shut the hell up. Anyway, that’s not the plan. You’re going into Roxy’s to see if she’s there.”

“What!?” Peter exclaimed. “Why me? This is your deal! I’m still not even convinced she’s cheating on you. She’d never do that. Who would cheat on you? From what I can hear, you fuck her pretty well... And you’re Roman fucking Godfrey.”

“It will be way less suspicious if she sees you. Just go in, find where she is and see if she’s cozying up to anybody. Then come back and tell me what you saw.”

Before Roman had a chance to fake pout and plead his case even further with the lip wobble and the glossy puppy eyes, Peter agreed to do Roman’s dirty work.

Roman watched as Peter entered the bar in search of the answers he was frightened of receiving and gripped the steering wheel of his car harder. Moments later, he saw Peter getting dragged out of the bar by his ear. 

Scrambling to undo his seatbelt, Roman jumped out of the car and watched in shock as his girlfriend yelled at Peter until he pointed across the street at Roman’s car.

Her best friend and a couple other girls he knew to hang out with her came out behind them looking pissed that Peter had infilitrated their girls night.

“Roman!” Her voice boomed across the street, sending him cowering behind the open door of his car. “You sent Peter to spy on me!?”

“Peter, what the fuck?”

“Sorry, man, she got that crazy look in her eyes and I got scared. She beat it out of me!”

“You were in there for five seconds,” Roman seethed.

“And it’s going to take me another five seconds to kick both of your asses! I can’t believe you followed me out! I told you what I was doing! Why don’t you believe me?”

The argument that Roman had had preapred to fire at her turned to soot in the face of her wrath. When she released Peter, she came for him and he threw up his arms in defense.

“I’m sorry! I just thought!— Hey! Not the face!”

“I told him! I told him not to do this!” Peter proclaimed.

“Shut up!”

“Yes, ma’am.”

[ill-skillsgard]

Ok, angst time please lol. Could you do something with the whole peter, roman reader dynamic where the reader and Roman get into a huge fight and he says shit that crosses the line as he storms out and leaves and peter comes home to her being completley distraught and tries to make her feel better. Then she goes to bed and Roman comes home a bit later and peter is angry af at him and then after when everything is all good again peter and reader are just like wtf since when are we friends?

Peter had taken your side and that only made Roman angrier. He had nothing to do with the topic at hand yet he was there firing off venomous rebukes and telling Roman off.

“You know what? I’ve had enough of both of you ganging up on me. Why don’t you go fuck each other and get the fuck out of my life!?” Roman yelled before he took the keys to his car and left.

You fell onto the couch and started to cry. Peter sat down next to you and touched your knee comfortingly.

“Don’t listen to him. He gets like this sometimes,” Peter explained.

“I know! And that’s what I hate. He says such awful things when he’s angry. And he seems to be angry all the time.”

Peter spent the night talking with you, assuring you that Roman would come home once he blew off some steam. He didn’t mean what he said, Peter told you. 

“He says way worse shit to me and we’re still friends,” Peter pointed out.

“I don’t know how much more of this head-butting I can take though. Do you think it’s too much for him to be living with both of us?”

Peter shrugged, sighed and went to the fridge to bring beer back for the both of you. “Roman wouldn’t have it like this if he didn’t want it, let’s put it that way.”

You wiped the last of your tears away. “It’s weird how much sense you’re making. You know Roman better than anyone but I’m his girlfriend... I feel like I don’t know him at all.”

“When you’ve been around someone that long, you adapt to their behaviours.”

As you began to giggle, Peter cocked an eyebrow at you.

“It almost feels like we’re both dating him,” you giggled weakly.

Peter sighed heavily. “Sometimes that’s what it feels like, huh?”

“I guess that makes me the other woman,” you said.

Peter rose his hands up, palms to you, “God no, you can keep him!”

“When do you think he’ll come home?”

“Once he’s burned through half a pack of cigarettes,” Peter speculated.

“Thanks for talking to me, Peter. You’re much more understanding than I thought.”

He clapped you on the knee and smiled. “Who else can I talk to about my best friend slash boyfriend?”

[ill-skillsgard]

This blog gives me life. I just saw the post you did about Peter walking in on Roman and reader fighting and teasing the pair of you and I'm obsessed with that idea. How would Peter cope with constantly having to walk in on them going at it everywhere. Also, I feel like there would be a point where once she and peter tolerated eachother a bit more, they would roast tf out of Roman and he would hate it so much lol

Say like Roman came home feeling extra aggressive for no real reason—work had been average, no adversities to speak of—he just needed to fuck you. You’d get halfway up the stairs and he would pull you down, rip off your tights, lose his shirt but somehow not his tie, stuffing his face between your legs. Just lapping at you like a parched animal desperate for fluid. “Roman,” you’d giggle, trying to inch your way up the stairs but he’s just pull you back down. You knew that Peter was due home only a few minutes after Roman and you hadn’t made it past the sixth stair. To make matters worse, Roman had ripped open your blouse and pushed your bra up your chest so he could play with your nipples while he ate you out ferociously.

When the inevitable happened—Peter walking in to see you nearly naked, splayed out on the stairs like a dissection specimen, you shrugged your shoulders.

“Seriously!? Third time this week! There are a dozen rooms in this fucking house!” Peter yelled.

Roman pretended like he didn’t hear him but he did lift you and carry you up the rest of the stairs much too late to save anyone the sight of him eating you.

It would take a couple of days for Peter to recover or to at least be able to look you in the eye without thinking about your tits. All three of you dined together one night and somehow got on the topic of fashion.

The only reason you owned such nice clothes was because of Roman and Peter liked to poke fun at the upir’s fancy pants.

You laughed before sipping a glass of wine. “Roman Fancy-Pants Godfrey. Has a wonderful ring to it.”

Peter lifted his glass up with a contagious smile. “To Roman the Fanciest of Pants Godfrey!”

“I apologize that I don’t have the extensive selection of corduroys like you do, Peter,” Roman tried not to smirk.

“I prefer function over fashion,” Peter explained.

Roman rose his eyebrows. “And it shows, my hairy friend.”

[kirasderek]

tired of the peter and kate shit

NO, they are NOT direct parallels

Kate made all of her own choices about what to do, and they were wrong. Hell, I still appreciated the attitude, but not what she did.

Peter had his ENTIRE FUCKING FAMILY BURNED ALIVE AND THEN LIVED AS THE SHELL OF A MAN FOR YEARS. He was seeking REVENGE. I'm not saying that's /right/, but Kate killed for pure prejudice, which is a whole different animal.

Yes, Peter did some awful-ass shit. I'm not trying to justify it or say that it was good or right, but I'm allowed to have sympathy for someone who had shitty things happen to them. The same way I feel sympathy for Derek. And Peter, whether you like it or not, has hung around and may not be the One True Villain you all seem to be making him out to be. He did what he felt he had to because of what was done to him, and then he did what he could in order to regain his life. Survival mode is probably even more hardcore for werewolves than for humans.

So please, don't act like Kate is just the female Peter and we hate her cause she's a woman. I'm more likely to despise her actions because they stem from NOWHERE. "Oh, it's werewolves...they've never killed anyone, but I think I'll burn them alive along with the humans that live with them. Because they're different from me."

Peter killed people who took part in killing his family.

I'm stepping away from the keyboard jfc